Night Out

Vittoria

“I have a problem!”

Alessio looks up at me as he takes his headphones from his ears.

“What is it? Did he insult you? I can’t wait to punch him into his stupid face.”

Leaning against his door, I take a deep breath. “Ale…”

“What is it?” his expression changes, and he scoots to the edge of his seat preoccupied.

Shaking my head, I lower my head, getting him to skyrocket out of his seat. “What did he do?”

“Nothing!” I breathe out.

His eyes widen as he stares at me. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” I repeat, biting my bottom lip. “Yet…”

He groans, putting his hands on his head. “No, Vi.”

“I think I should give it over to you,” I say, distorting my face with pain as it radiates from my heart. “I just spent a few minutes with him alone and I was already picturing myself… Oh my God, Ale!”

“Vi, what the fuck! Did you…?”

Hugging myself, I shake my head. “No… No. But I don’t know what I would have done if he had made the first step.”

I gulp down painfully as he lifts his eyebr